Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost
It may be hard to find me, see, because
My journey never stops - I only pause
at places you could hardly dream to quest
without imagination at its best.
I've been to Panem, where the Capitol
devises 'Games' that ruin families,
Along with Katniss, Gale and Peeta, we
fought till the end for equity and peace.
Of Hogwarts surely, most of you must know -
The sole academy that none can hate.
And now, not even portraits seem the same -
To owls and narrow alleys we relate.
They change our lives. They change what we can be.
Their tales and deeds give sight to those who see.
From finding a stone for cracking a case,
To launching a restaurant right into space
In forbidden cupboards and planets of elves
You can live as another and still be yourselves.
They spend our time, eternal, with a knack
Of one whose presence beckons from a rack.
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References to: The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Alex Rider, Narnia and The Lord Of The Rings.
Second attempt at Iambic Pentameter
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